Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I'm passed the "sick stage." But now I'm on to the gross aftermath of coughing up a shocking amount of phlegm. I'm sure you could have gone the rest of your day without knowing that. But I thought I'd share. It's not fun for me either.

For the past two nights, I've been having very stressful dreams. The first dream is the one that I have been having for as long as I can remember. I'm at my old High School. I'm late for class and when I finally get there, I'm the only one late. I missed an assignment that everyone seemed to know about but me and I'm left with a feeling of unease and a bit of anxiety. Last night's dream involved the typical teeth falling out scenario. All 6 top teeth cracked in half and came right off. I literally had to touch my teeth when I woke up to check if they were still there. They were, don't worry.

V-Dizzle and I are on week two of training for the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll marathon. It's coming up June 3rd. Seeing as I am not a runner nor have I ever been, I figured starting the training now would be wise. We're keeping it light and easy for the first month or so with 3x/week runs about 3.5-4 miles each run. Surprisingly, with only a week in, I am noticing an improvement in my running. And when I say improvement, I mean: I don't feel like falling over and dying after 3 miles. Improvement indeed.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

I am so thankful for each and every one of you. You have all helped shape me to be who I am today. Even though we're living far apart now, I know that doesn't change our closeness. But I do really hope we can all be in the same state again soon. Can you try and make that happen? Thanks.

Dear V-Dizzle,

You have yet to read this blog. Maybe someday soon. But know that I'm thankful for you too. Even though you and I have only known each other for 4 1/2 months now (is that really all?), I can say that they've been great months, thanks to you. Let's keep the fun going, shall we?

Dear Starbucks,

I know I've been gone from your life lately. But it was time that I had to take a step back from you and try to appreciate the free coffee that work has to offer. Know that it will never compare and you'll always be my number 1. I am thankful and excited that you have come out with the K-Cupsfor our little coffee maker at work. I will soon be buying those from you so we can be close again.

Dear Roomie,

I couldn't ask for a better roommate. I know sometimes I don't always clean up my dishes, but I'm working on it. Really, I am. I like our new place together. But more so, I like living in it with you. Thank you for always being there to listen when I need you...even if it takes 3 times to tell you before you pay attention.

Dear Running,

I'm not quite used to you just yet. My body is sore because of you. But I'm still thankful and will continue to give you a chance. Please get easier for me, I'd appreciate that. If you can do that for me, then I won't give up on you. I really think we can have a great relationship someday.

Dear Clothes On My Floor,

Can you put yourself away please? I'm far too lazy and V-Dizzle is starting to make comments about how messy you look laying there. I personally don't mind because it's easier to see you, appreciate you, and find what I need...but I suppose for the courtesy of guests, maybe you could be a bit tidier?

Dear Human Centipede,

Watching you wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had. Especially alone, the night before Thanksgiving. I'm feeling highly disturbed and I'm not quite sure why you made it to my "Thanksgiving Letters," but anyway, I probably won't ever see you again. Sorry.

Dear Bed,

I look forward to laying in you tonight. You're oh so comfortable. Please keep the nightmares away.

Dear Thanksgiving Day,

I look forward to you 364 days out of the year. You help me to remember the things I'm thankful for, even though it may only look like I'm interested in the food. Thank you for being around so that loved ones can get together and enjoy food and company as one.

Monday, November 21, 2011

-Getting a check in the mail for my Jury Duty services for $61.36. You're welcome and feel free to invite me back any time..

-Getting Zen with a really good yoga class taught by my friend Sarah at Bird Rock Yoga in PB. Still sore, but in a really good way..(V-Dizzle says sorry about the puddles of sweat he left and that he had a good time too)

-Shortly after yoga, getting Fatburger. Nothing like a yummy cheeseburger at 12am..

-Running 3 miles without stopping. Thank you, Kanye, for getting me through the tough parts..

-Eating breakfast on V-Dizzle's rooftop while soaking in the lovely San Diego views..
-Seeing J. Edgar at the theater. Leo, you never disappoint..
-Watching V make homemade chili (keyword: watching). Then eating said chili. It was so very good..
-And I made cornbread withOUT burning it! (So maybe all I had to do was add water and throw it in the oven, but still...I'm working on it)

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Dear V Dizz,Remember when we used to make new dinners every week?Remember that it's your turn?I do..And I'm still waiting.But maybe you need help deciding what to make.I have a really good suggestion: Homemade pizza. Like from scratch.Love,MishiP.S. I miss seeing you on G-Chat

Dear Dear,

I remember those days fondly.

Me in the kitchen, cooking away.

You in close proximity, usually singing or burning a bread of some sort.

Your suggestion of homemade pizza is a grand one,

and I think we should make that happen.

I hope this text finds you well,

Verner

Dear Verner,

I'm not sure how I feel about you saying I just stand by and/or burn bread.

I do believe I've made a mean salmon a time or two.

However, I'm willing to let those false accusations go

if you can agree to also make homemade bruschetta with this said pizza.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Mishi

Dearest Mishi,

I'm not sure how you feel about me saying "you stand by and burn bread" either..

seeing as how that's not what I said, but what you interpreted.

I did, however, mention that I adore you standing by me and singing..

and maybe burning bread as well.

Also, I hear your bruschetta pleas, and that is definitely up for consideration.

But may I interest you in a salad and wine instead?

With all my everything,

Dizzle

My Dearest Dizzle,

It gives me great joy to hear that you adore my singing as it is

one of my favorite things to do.

In regards to your salad and wine suggestion,

I think that is a lovely idea.

Knowing your skills in the kitchen,

I don't doubt we can accomplish all of the above,

including the bruschetta.

And when I say, "we," I really mean you.

Kindly,

Mish Love

Dearest Mish Love,

Oh how I look forward to your letters.

They keep me going in such troubled times.

I read them out loud in a high pitched voice that resembles

your sweet and melodic voice, I do.

If baby boo is adamant about having bruschetta with her pizza and salad,

then so be it.

The mighty Zeus himself couldn't keep bruschetta off this menu.

Longing for you,

V-Dizz

My Lovely V-Dizz,

Your promise of bruschetta moves me like that of a magical,

soothing ocean wave.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for wanting to make this happen.

My name is Cyndi, and I am hopelessly in love with my African Grey Parrot, Boris.

I met him two and a half-years ago, at a bird faire in St. Petersburg Florida, where he was being sold as a "bappy" (baby bird.) It was love at first sight! There he was, in all his feathered glory, anxiously looking up at me, as if to say, "Please take me home." His pretty black eyes sparkled and my heart melted. I gently picked him up, and held him to my chest. He made a tiny little "mewling" sound and rested his little feathery head against my neck. I turned into butter...

Two and a half years later, I still look into his pretty eyes, which are now a pretty shade of lemon-yellow, and I still see the love in his eyes. He's my best friend; always there when I am feeling blue, and his silly antics keep me laughing constantly. I love my Boris, and wouldn't trade him for the WORLD!

Cyndi "

Although, I guess I would need a pet too.

Darn.

That could have been magical, I'm sure.

Oh well.

Guess my 11.11.11 will be filled spending time with my electrician.

Joe.

He has to come over tonight to finish fixing our outlets.

It's going to be very romantic, I know.

In fact, I was so over the moon for Joe that I had to secretly take his picture last night.

Monday, November 7, 2011

...Life is an unexpected, wonderful journey. I try to remember to enjoy each day for what it is.
I'm sitting on my new balcony Downtown, with the sun shining on my face and I feel great. I feel happy. I feel more than content.
What a beautiful day today is. I'm so thankful for this moment and this life.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the unknown: What will my "tomorrow" be? Where is my career going? Have I made the right choices thus far? Is there something more I should be doing right now?
When I dwell on those questions, I feel a tightness in my stomach and I have to remind myself to take a deep breath and remember that it's okay not to know those answers. Because where I am right now, is just that. I'm here. I'm present. Life will continue to unfold. There's no denying that.
Embrace it. Enjoy it.
My worries won't change my Now.
Instead of being afraid of the unknown, how about I be excited to see it pan out? That sounds a lot more enjoyable, I think.
So that's what I'll do.
I'm sitting on my new balcony Downtown...and I am enjoying it.